Ye gods, I was there under one of my many pseudonyms*. Retardo/Mencken took him apart good for that. There’s a reason I called Godlstein “cockslapper” or variants thereof ever since. It defined his penile obsession and inadequacy. Same with Trevino and his childish Star Wars obsession. They were loathsome people then, and I do not believe they have changed.

* Which was a tip of the silk hat to Raymond Griffith’s character in Paths To Paradise.

it is a interesting that the only person wounded in the so-called union thuggery was a right wing provocateur who got a booboo on his forehead and refuses to prosecute. And this mysterious booboo is the same horror as 26 dead people.

not even going to read it. i’ve about had my fill of rightwing fuckwits for a lifetime, possibly several lifetimes. i keep hoping they’ll decide to show us just how well that “everyone should be armed to the teeth, then shit like this wouldn’t happen.” would work, by pointing one of their many weapons at themselves, and pulling the trigger.

sure, it would be messy, but the country’s oversupply of stupid would be immediately culled. that could only be a good thing.

i’m sorry, that’s probably overly harsh (ok, no, it isn’t), but i am just absolutely ill, and enraged right now. as probably every parent in america is doing, all i keep thinking is “there, but for the grace of (insert your favorite invisible deity here) go i…………”.

Normally I can read those comment threads with a detached amusement, even when they are spewing their toxic waste on race and gender relations. I just assume that they’re hopeless losers who need to a safe place to rant so that they don’t irritate their coworkers who clearly don’t deserve to have to listen to that sort of thing. With this, they have started gloating about dead kindergartners, which puts me in a blind HULK SMASH kind of rage.

You have confused “important” with “grimly hilarious.” But he was a pretty big muckety-muck on the right blogosphere for 5 seconds or so, until Michelle Malkin did to him what Stalinist academics did to J. Otto Pohl — just ask him.

Goldbrick’s problem is guilt over being a kept man. He’s a stay home Dad who changes diapers while scrubbing his hard drive. Not that changing diapers isn’t a worthwhile vocation, but I think he needs fresh air. He came close to publishing once, but found that porn really doesn’t need dialogue.

It’s a shame, really. Underneath his Narcissistic and Many Other Personality Disorders, he seems like a bright guy. Which makes it all the more scary when he decided to become a gun nut that he didn’t just buy a pistol for protection, he went straight to Full Metal Asshole, arming the entire family with high-velocity tactical weaponry, scopes, lasers, and enough jargon to annotate a Gander Mountain weekly circular.

and, then cleaning the guns on the front porch while glaring at the neighbor across the street, among whose many sin was calling the cops with the tiny, angry man across the street started cleaning guns on his front porch and glaring at them. He forget to tell us if he made bang, bang motions with his index finger.